ONE-SHOT. Something fishy was going on, and my suspicions were confirmed when Ryan walked past and told me it was just me and Zach left, all alone in this dark, dark place with many corners and hidey-holes.

“It doesn’t work that way. Sometimes you just don’t get the happy ending,” she said. He looked at her, then with a small smile, he said,“You always get the happy ending. It always comes eventually. You just have to have faith.”

-which is where my hand is at the moment. That is, if the Cookie Jar is the school's notorious bad boy's back pocket with the whole school watching on. "What do you think you're doing?" "Er..." oneshot

On homecoming morning, my date dumps me for Oliver Swift's girlfriend. Needless to say, Oliver and I aren't too pleased. So what are two poor, pissed exes to do? Get together and plan for revenge, of course! ONESHOT

One shot. What's a girl to do when her ten night stand throws her knickers out the window? Steal a pair of his boxers to wear of course. It's not a big deal, until Kristie Carlson comes up and asks whether you're wearing someone else's underwear.

x"The problem with Aaron Aderholt was that he was just so..."x Mia can't stand him. Or so it seems. Maybe there's more to her hatred than meets the eye? Fluffy oneshot. It's all about forgiving, maybe, but never forgetting.

One-shot. They say one ride in the elevator at the Elegance Hotel is all it takes to change your life. According to the story her two best friends believe, Natalie is thirty floors away from finding the man of her dreams.

“I’m supposed to be interviewing you, you homeless bum! What have you been doing, sitting out here and letting your hair get long? What about a job! What about your life?” I say. And soon after, we're making out on the pavement.

He’s totally in love with her and is deluded that some day and some day soon my mum’s going to leave my dad for him. But what I'm wrong...what if he isn't coming over for my mum, what if he's really coming over for me under false pretenses?

To Theo it was just another night alone. Just another tie. Just another day. Just another week, month, year. Just this, just that. It was just life, after all. So when he met Avery, of course his first inclination was to believe she was just another girl.

He refused to refer to me as his best friend, and I told him I only kept him around for his cooking. But the truth was, we cared about each other more than anything. No matter how much we got on each other’s nerves.

So, random guy sneaks up behind me, closes my eyes and gives me a heartfelt speech. Then he apologizes and says he got the wrong person. Then he rambles on about his screwy love life. And me? I’m just too traumatized to figure out what’s happening.

Pen is not earth mother. And the boy is not gentle. But he is lovely and broken and if she could stop being a chickenshit she could call him up and ask him to take her to Casablanca. This is how the world begins.

James is perfectly happy working at the bank's drive through window until he realizes it's very hard to have a relationship with someone you've never seen. Stand alone, but a spin off of the GavinKatie stories. One shot.

You can run, but you can't hide, that is, until you can't run anymore. Babe, there's nowhere to run for crying out loud. Give it up, and just tell him. I love you. He'll never know otherwise. [Oneshot]

Aliana was born with skin the color of dusty cinnamon. It was her skin that brought her to the feet of the Younger Prince of Deshret as a present to serve in his harem. And it was because of him she met his brother. Fate has an interesting domino effect.

Complete! Between the three of us, we were probably connected to everyone in our year group and helped people meet the men or women of their dreams. But then one dream turned into a nightmare when I realised I'd fallen in love with the target…

[ONESHOT] It was one of the gestures and awkwardly innocent conversations that comes straight out of a disarmingly heartfelt movie. I was just an innocent bystander who saw their tentative dance around each other's shyness. It was pretty hard hitting.

Maybe it does exist. Love, I mean. Perhaps you feel it so strongly that it seems like everything in your life… but you just can't find it. Sound familiar? Of course it does. This story is Yours. But for simplicity's sake, let's just call it Mine.